Every robin. Every redwinged blackbird. Ever squirrel. Rabbits, forget it, they are the pinnacle. This particular cul de sac has so many birds she doesnt even set, just stands and takes it in. Its a 0.8 mi walk, it takes us 20 minutes. I love her.
This is for my brother. On friday he got into a motorcycle accident. He still has his limbs. He broke his ribs, sternum, arms, wrists, pelvis, and his toes. Other injuries, the worst being brain bleeds. He has gone through 2 surgeries so far. On sunday, withdrawal symptoms began. He went from a patient complaining of pain and discomfort and claustrophobia (due to waking up immobilized) to an… i don’t even know how to say it. Of all the things the withdrawal has been the most disturbing to me. He was irritable with the nurses (to say the least), restless, then he began begging us to take him home. Begging. “I’m trapped here, i’m trapped here.” I laid awake all night thinking about this.
He has a sponsor. We texted him through my brothers phone. But then the phone locked and he is so out of it from the Ativan he cant give us his passcode. So all sponsor knows is he was in a motorcycle accident. Even then I don’t know what to tell his sponsor. I don’t want anyone to see him this way. I can barely stomach it myself.
Not sure what I want out of this post except to vent and let you know that one of your people is out here “sobering up” (quotes because he is still high as a kite, lotta drugs) in the worst effing way possible. Waking nightmare. I wish you all the best in your journeys. His journey has broken my heart more times than I can count and this has just been the icing on the shit cake for him. We are not religious so I wont ask you to pray but please send all the thoughts you can. And if you have made it past withdrawal I sincerely hope with all my heart that for your and your loved ones sake you can keep it together one day at a time. ❤️